A Strange, Strange Day
So, yesterday two celebrities died. I'll preface this and say didn't know either of them personally, so my opinions of each are based upon my own conjecture, suppositions and "sixth sense".
The first, a gentle spirit, fought a long, hard battle with a debilitating, somewhat embarrassing condition. She chose to confirm and make it public on her own terms, after being "outed" by an unscrupulous person in the medical field that, instead of protecting a patient's privacy with integrity, decided to be a money-whore. So, Farrah chose to make her anal cancer very public, by airing her battle on television in the hope of bringing awareness to the disease. This, I believe, showed an amazing amount of courage, on her and her family's part. There's no way in hell I would have done it that way, I'm too much of a coward for that.
Well, the battle ended yesterday. I won't say she lost, I refuse to, because she fought to the end until there was nothing more to give. Her spirit was that of a warrior. She was a classy, beautiful lady, inside and out. The world was blessed to have her here for 62 years.
The other celebrity, a pop icon of the last century, did not impress me with the way he lived his life. Watching him grow up, grow old, and then grow very strange made his death seem anticlimactic for me. Everything about his existence had become a circus: the incredible fame, the failed marriages, weird obsessions, strange physical divergences and finally, questionable sexual preferences. In my opinion, he was a very mentally disturbed, sad human.
It's hard for me to feel sympathy for him (not that he needs it now). I suppose the difference in my reaction to Farrah's and Michael's deaths is that she was so full of life, even in her pain, wanted so desperately to live, battled the disease hard and had hope until the end.
Michael? A sudden, unexpected death at only 50. In life, he was far removed from reality; seeing him was like looking at a specter moving in and out of our realm. Living in a fantasy world, face-masked man-child with keys to the kingdom, wealth, power to do anything, go anywhere, he was a child trapped in a man's body. The term "he was really out there" would be an apt description.
In any case, he was a very talented person. I just prefer to remember him as that smiling, dancing, rockin-robin singing little boy with a cute 70's fro going on. God, i loved that song, had it on a 45. Anyway, that's the Michael i will always remember.
Rest in Peace
Michael Joseph Jackson August 29, 1958-June 25, 2009
The first, a gentle spirit, fought a long, hard battle with a debilitating, somewhat embarrassing condition. She chose to confirm and make it public on her own terms, after being "outed" by an unscrupulous person in the medical field that, instead of protecting a patient's privacy with integrity, decided to be a money-whore. So, Farrah chose to make her anal cancer very public, by airing her battle on television in the hope of bringing awareness to the disease. This, I believe, showed an amazing amount of courage, on her and her family's part. There's no way in hell I would have done it that way, I'm too much of a coward for that.
Well, the battle ended yesterday. I won't say she lost, I refuse to, because she fought to the end until there was nothing more to give. Her spirit was that of a warrior. She was a classy, beautiful lady, inside and out. The world was blessed to have her here for 62 years.
The other celebrity, a pop icon of the last century, did not impress me with the way he lived his life. Watching him grow up, grow old, and then grow very strange made his death seem anticlimactic for me. Everything about his existence had become a circus: the incredible fame, the failed marriages, weird obsessions, strange physical divergences and finally, questionable sexual preferences. In my opinion, he was a very mentally disturbed, sad human.
It's hard for me to feel sympathy for him (not that he needs it now). I suppose the difference in my reaction to Farrah's and Michael's deaths is that she was so full of life, even in her pain, wanted so desperately to live, battled the disease hard and had hope until the end.
Michael? A sudden, unexpected death at only 50. In life, he was far removed from reality; seeing him was like looking at a specter moving in and out of our realm. Living in a fantasy world, face-masked man-child with keys to the kingdom, wealth, power to do anything, go anywhere, he was a child trapped in a man's body. The term "he was really out there" would be an apt description.
In any case, he was a very talented person. I just prefer to remember him as that smiling, dancing, rockin-robin singing little boy with a cute 70's fro going on. God, i loved that song, had it on a 45. Anyway, that's the Michael i will always remember.
Rest in Peace
Ferrah Leni Fawcett February 2, 1947-June 25, 2009
Michael Joseph Jackson August 29, 1958-June 25, 2009
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